Blair went to the ladies' room and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a bit of paper tissue clinging to her face.
She turned on the faucet, washed her face and hands, and turned it off. Staring at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but recall what Niles had just told her—"I saw Wesley stroke your hand."
'Really? When did that happen? Why didn't I know? Was Niles lying?' she mused.
At that moment, her phone buzzed. It was a WeChat message from Wesley. "Come out."
Blair was stunned. 'What? Where is he? What's going on?'
When she walked out of the ladies' room, she saw Wesley waiting for her. Niles stood next to him with a sad face.
Upon seeing her, Wesley asked, "Care to tell me what Niles said?"
He guessed that Niles must have said something bad about him to Blair. Otherwise, she wouldn't have looked at him that way.
Blair knew she had to tell him something. After all, Wesley had come here for an answer. 'I just looked at him when Niles told me that, and Wesley immediately found out this had something to do with him. I guess it wouldn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out, ' she thought to herself. She decided to concoct an excuse. "He said you were bad in bed," she said.
She wondered if he'd believe it.
Actually, she'd pondered this before. Wesley was always in a hurry, eating, jogging, changing his clothes, and so on. He didn't slow down for anything. So she wondered if he would be too fast for fun in bed.
Niles gazed at Blair, eyes wide open.
Wesley seemed to buy it and his face was as dark as ink. If looks could kill, Niles would have already been dead.
"No, no. Wesley, it's not like that..." Niles stammered. He almost had a nervous breakdown, and everything just seemed to cave in on top of him.
Wesley, however, didn't give him a chance to explain. He grabbed his collar and dragged him into the men's room.
Niles reached out his arm and yelled, "Blair, you can't do this to me. It was a secret. If I didn't tell you, you'd never know. Help!"
However, his words only made Blair's bogus explanation more convincing to Wesley.
Wesley really believed that Niles had told Blair that he was bad in bed. He threw Niles into a stall and locked the door. "Who told you that?"
"What?" Niles kept retreating until he hit the wall. Nowhere to go!
"I didn't even know I was bad in bed. How did you find out?" With his left hand in his pocket, he put his right hand on the wall, giving Niles some Kabedon action.
Niles was scared out of his wits. "No, no. Don't listen to her. I said—"
Before he could finish speaking, Wesley cut him off. "Stop making excuses. You've been asking for this for a while." He cracked his neck, like he was going to teach Niles a lesson.
Niles was so scared that he almost cried. "Blair, you can't do this to me! Help!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping she could hear him.
With a guilty conscience, Blair rushed into the men's room to come to Niles' rescue. She knocked on the door to the stall where the two men were with a flat palm. "Wesley, calm down."
The two didn't expect her to barge into the men's room. They looked at each other helplessly.
At that moment, a man entered. When he saw Blair, he was stunned and apologized to her. "I'm so sorry. I must be drunk. This is the ladies' room!" Before Blair could explain, the man left in a hurry.
Blair kept patting the door and said, "Niles is your brother. It's fine if you're a jerk to me. But you can't treat him like this. You—"
The door was suddenly opened, and Wesley's face came into view. Blair looked into the stall and saw Niles trembling in the corner.
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